Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1887-02-26
THE 81 1887
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"Thsn ! will bring sbsm," and hs wsss IN
thsro 70 interrupt" I" and she followed on into
the room whore they. he'd speat their lass
happy evening tces.heri che becems 10:
tsossly Interested n the nns collsctlon. and
Belle was looking In the box; down under .
plece of quarts eomething wss cleaning
brightly. "what In thia," che eskeds mak::
Ing dive, and securing The shiniag Object
"Oh, On old sleeve button OF mine" On.
awered Tom, but Bell scarcely heard him .
cold sensation went over her. Yours," she
gaaped "whsre II the other onsr
range soms specimsn@ ana nCs noilcins the
look Of palm and horror creeping Into her
xaoe.
"Oh" she answered In Q voics calm
enough, but shs telt - II she must be dyinR.
his musical voice i'm presssd her = familiar
and the sleeve button rough, corfugaeed, -
tho 0ther, - the lost onA which wae q that
moment In her pocket, Tom and the roobe!
were onci The room whlrled srcund and
and she threw up her hands with IN agonixed
cry. "Oh Tom Burnaby r.
"My God Miss Morton, what In tho inst.
tsrw e.clalmed The t:.rinsd man. "oh
hls Ane voice oil = tremble, but she did not
lie took the dared girl In his arms and
kissed q, her white fac" "oh TO 10 thus ever
"Don't" she said in q strange, ssd way,
you have killed the, I believe."
"Why, Belie-Miss Norton, would not
harm you for Worlds--tiod knows love you
with . psssionate tsndsrns., and he opened
his arms saving VCDmo. pl0Aa0 ~
"ToO late !" shs moaned, "too lata, Tom
Burnaby; here" and she put the Lost sleeve
button In his hand. A perplexed, paiued
look swept over his fine features, and hs
asked In puzzled way:
"where did you find Il, Miss Norton ?"
"In the coach that night" she answered,
hoarsely, covering her face with Icy banda
"Oh my God p he mosned in agony Of
soul, "its all over with me now !" he reeled
animal.
Belle went over 70 him presently, nnd laid
her hand on his arm hs wss trembling vio-
lently.
"Tom r she ..id; trying to 10 calm, "rll
never tell any ona"
but what II imprisonment and death TO los.
ing you, Belle that nights work stands he.
tween my happiness and heaven and yourA
too. for you said had killed you, love-"
lie took her hand, and she felt his tsars on
"
recurred TO her.
"My punishment IL terrible" hs oontin.
ued "yOu will soon 60 away, never TO re.
tarn-and nIn. "a. how will you remember me-
!, .w,:h .S.,,a,!p plying love'"'h said tiny idol
In . moment more no was gona She
heard him 60 up stairs with q heavy uncer.
tain tain step, Poor Tom" she s.id' "how he
II was time tn 90 her trunk had been car.
ried out and Belle stood bidding good.by to
good old Mira Burnaby. "I'm sorry you
couldn't love Tom, said his mother, break.
ing down.
"Oh, Mrs Burnsbyi do love him, and
it's killing me, too you don't know-no, you
will never know - and Belle led from the
house In sheer desperation.
At the gate . boy gave her package.
" Tom Burpaby said was To give you this
ERE" said the urchin, and she took II mo.
Rattle, clatter, Jolt, and the numbering
stage was ON the read. " Good. by, Burnsby,"
sobbed the one dssolste passenger "it didn't
end well, either" Then II occurred to her
to sec what WAS In the package
She drew 1t forth aud drew of the wrap.
trembling fingers she opened the case, y hen
10 there was her long lost watch, ticking
inerrly on "A II nothing had happened since
shs isst looked On Its bright face. Under
tho watch WAS note from Tom, which said /
"BELLE DEAR-l have made all rspArstion /
In my power, and promise herein to stead. |
lastly lead an honorable life hereafter. BE-
cause you loved me once With pity ing love, |
ma TOM BURNABY."
Five years have passed since that summer
At Burnaby, but Belle never looks At her
" atch nor sees the numbering old stage come /
down over the range but what she thinks,
:. with plying love-" of poor broken. hearted /
Tom Burhsby.